Yesterday was such a pleasant and busy day. I loved visiting with Monique and getting to know her. She is from New Hampshire and it was fun to visualize where she was from SINCE I FINALLY GOT TO VISIT THERE THIS PAST YEAR! Lunch was good, as always, with Gayle H., Brenda and Elsa. Afterwards, Brenda, Elsa and I went to "Confessions of a Shopaholic." We've never done movies before together and this was a fun girl's outing.
So, Shopaholic is on my mind. There is one line that says, "I shop because it is so beautiful and it makes me feel better. And then I buy it....and I don't." I've been thinking about what "items" I am shopaholic about. Before I got married, while working in Salt Lake, I became obsessed with pineapple for some reason. Pineapple to me was a luxury. I was putting pineapple into everything I cooked....on top of hamburgers, in every dish. My roomies mocked me. I believe pineapple became the recipient of my fear of marriage. I would (we would) be so poor I would never be able to buy pineapple again. So I hoarded. Every time I went to the store, I would buy another can of pineapple and put it under my bed. When I got married, that was about the only food in our cupboards. I look back and just shake my head. What was THAT all about?
I come by "Shopaholic" honestly. Not mentioning any names here.....so I will call her "amomymous" (since that is how she signed her name once on my birthday treasure hunt).....taught me to hoard (in a nice way) several things. I won't mention all (not enough minutes in the day and besides, I want her to still talk to me later) but cookbooks come to mind. My "amomymous" has easily two hundred or more. Honestly. We moved 13 LARGE boxes of cookbooks a few years ago. Thirteen LARGE and heavy boxes of cookbooks. But I get cookbooks. Cookbooks are our friends. We read them like novels. We love the pictures. I heart cookbooks and got this love from my amomymous. I don't have a hundred....but I have a lot.
Some of my obsessions I didn't inherit. Brandi has called me out on several occasions about my "paper plate and napkin" fetish. I am absolutely mesmerized by beautiful paper plates and napkins. I have shelves and shelves and then boxes and drawers of paper plates and napkins...fit for any holiday or event. A party ready to happen. I love real dishes too but they are harder to store. And they seem to scream to me "Enough!" Paper goods don't scream. They say "party." I guess I'm thinking, "If I buy it, they will come!"
I am also a laminator. That doesn't sound exactly like hoarding but I'm obsessed with laminating. My favorite product is C-line individual laminating sheets. I have always purchased them at Xpedex but the last time I went (maybe 3 months ago)...the price had gone up from $15 to $25 for a box of 50. Thankfully I found them online (Amazon) for $13 a box. I have gone through the two boxes from Xpedex...and the 3 boxes from Amazon ALREADY! Is that sick? I laminate everything for my Sunbeam class. Front and back. Everything. And because I'm an addict, I'm making home evening kits for all the kids. I really want them to have home evening...and I realize I have to time to help make that happen...but a little part of me wonders is it is really about "lamination." Hopeless in the name of service!
During the movie, when the main character is in "rehab", she has to go past every store window and do self talk. I soooo know what she is doing. Have you noticed the grocery stores have Easter things out already? Do you know EVERY time I walk by an Easter display, I have to self-talk-scream "You are NOT ALLOWED to purchase any plastic Easter eggs this year!!!" But I could get TWO dozen for ONLY $1.00!!!! I want them. I want them! Costco has 100 kind-of-cute decorated eggs in a pack, FILLED....100 for $11.00 or $14!!!! They were SCREAMING at me! But my inner discipline (ha!) would say quietly but firmly, "Marilyn, you have over 2,000 plastic eggs downstairs in 3 HUGE containers! You do not use all the eggs you currently have...and remember, cute soccer and basketball eggs do not close very well...and if you want cute polka dots on your eggs, you could use your paints THAT YOU ALSO HOARD AS WELL and paint them yourself!" Yep, that is what the inner self says. Many times a day. Okay, constantly. I'm big on self-talk.
So, yesterday I had to be content to buy some Easter candy. Just three bags full. Candy I don't like so I won't eat them....so at LEAST I can start dreaming of my annual-over-the-top-ala-Steel Magnolias-Easter-egg-hunt. 52 days away!!!!!!!! I'm already hyperventilating. I can't stop myself. Breath deep, Marilyn, breath deep!
I have actually read articles about hoarding. This is one point that jumped out to me-
Behavioral peculiarities among hoarders come as no surprise to researchers. For example, "They have rambling or overinclusive speech, where you ask them a question and they tell you a whole story with every possible detail before they get to the answer," says Sanjaya Saxena, a professor at UCLA's School of Medicine. But the true hallmark: "They apply emotions to a range of things that others would consider worthless," says Frost. Where most people see an empty roll of toilet paper, they see art supplies.
Hmmmm....sound like anyone you know...... (and really, would you pay attention to any Dr. named Sanjaya? I wonder if he sings....)Brain scans show a difference in brain abnormalities between people with non-hoarding OCD and hoarding OCD, says Saxena of UCLA, who is studying the neurobiology of hoarding. Whereas non-hoarders show elevated brain activity in certain areas, hoarders show decreased activity in the anterior cingulate gyrus,which deals with focus, attention and decision-making.
Now THAT explains a lot!
So, the question is....what do you have "decreased activity in the anterior cingulate gyrus" about? What do you stock up "in case of?" When can't you stop yourself? And please, someone share something as meaningless as pineapple and plastic Easter eggs so I can get a little self-esteem back!
"Well these cashmere gloves, i need...as it is winter and i have...hands!" from Confessions of a Shopaholic